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just slid under the truck, when my phone vibrates.
    Lexi: Yes
    That’s it? Just one word? I feel relief and like a dick, all at once. I know I should say something back to her, but what? Unsure of what to say, I decide not to reply back. Putting my phone back into my pocket, I get to work. Every hour that passes by, I think more and more about texting her, but I never do. By the time I leave work, I’m completely exhausted. After swinging through a drive thru for a quick bite to eat, I head home, shower, and fall into bed.
    * * *
    Lexi
    Normally, I’m not an early bird, but this morning, I’m up with the sun. I watched Spencer sleep for a few minutes, before carefully crawling out of his bed. He looks so peaceful in his sleep; like he has no demons. The problem is that I know he does and that’s why I’m leaving right now. I can’t be here when he wakes and take the chance of seeing the look of regret on his face.
    While I was getting dressed in his living room, I decided to leave him a note. I don’t want to leave without saying a word. Placing the note where I know he will find it, I slip out his door, closing it softly behind me.
    Spencer should know he isn’t the only one that is scared. This is all new territory for me, too. I’ve never had my heart broken, because I’ve never given it to anyone, so I have no clue what he’s going through or has been through. After our time together last night though, I know that I could very well have my heart shattered by Spencer. Everything feels so right with him. The only difference between us is that I’m willing to take that chance on him. I’m just not sure he’s willing to risk his heart on me.
    When I get home, I check my phone but there are no messages or missed calls. I hope he texts and tells me that he doesn’t regret last night. I’m not going to hold my breath though. I drop my purse and phone on my bed and then strip out of my clothes, so I can take a shower.
    Feeling somewhat clear headed after my shower I dress in some comfy clothes and head for the bed. I’m going to sit down with my sketch pad and begin working on ideas for the art show. I’m not going to sit here and wait for his call. Just as I reach my bed, I notice the light flashing on my phone. Unlocking the screen, I see a text from a number I’ve never seen before. It’s the same prefix as Tucker’s, so I’m pretty sure it’s Spencer. He wanted to know if I made it home ok. I reply simply “yes”. At least he cared enough to ask. That’s a good sign, right?
    * * *
    I sketched for hours yesterday only stopping to eat, use the bathroom, and stretch. Not one more word came from Spencer, in all that time. I thought about texting him before I went to bed, but then I totally chickened out. To be honest, I’m not sure I can handle the rejection. Since there’s nothing here to eat, I decided to go out and grab something before I begin yesterday’s routine all over again.
    After lunch, I broke down and sent Brenna a text asking her to call me when she got a chance. I know she’s busy unpacking and spending time with Tucker, but I need to talk to someone. It doesn’t take long before my phone is ringing.
    “Hey, how’s the unpacking going?” I ask, answering the phone.
    “Boring! I will be so damn glad when I’m done. What’s up?”
    Where to begin? Brenna is my best friend and I know I can tell her anything, but I don’t want her mad at Spencer or to cause a rift between him and Tucker. So I choose my words with care.
    “Brenna, I think I fucked up.”
    “What do you mean? What happened?”
    “I slept with Spencer and left before he woke up yesterday morning. He sent me a text asking if I made it home but hasn’t mentioned anything about last night.”
    “Okay, so how exactly did you fuck up? It sounds to me like he’s the one who did.”
    I begin telling her what happened, starting from the moment we got to his house, all the way up until we fell asleep. I leave out the